
I've been thinking lately about images I remember from my childhood.....you know, the place I grew up. I think this is because I've been helping care for my mother since my Dad died four years ago. She's in Assisted Living, and there's been times I've been thinking about the past. I suppose this is natural due to the circumstances. Anyway, I've enjoyed remembering some of the images and decided to share them on the blog today.
- an old green station wagon we called "the bomb"......it was parked in one corner of our driveway, my Dad used it to deliver newspapers on a rural route. It was a real clunker, but perfect for the dirty job.
-living next door to a church.......it was a Baptist Church, I think. On summer nights when they had services, their windows were open, and we could sit on our back porch stoop and watch inside. And listen to what was going on. Sometimes it became quite noisy with singing and shouting.
- A row of daffodils blooming in the spring, alongside the garage.
-a pile of old bricks behind the garage, where I often saw daddylongleg spiders. Since I was afraid of spiders, this is memorable.
-the neighbors' cherry tree next to their garage, with cherries to be picked from those branches that were low over our yard.
-my mother's old wringer washer.
-filling a large metal tub with water to dunk in on hot summer days.
-clothes outside on the line in the summer, and inside on a line in the basement in the winter.
-a scary coal furnace in the basement, with a coal storage room next to it, with a window through which coal was delivered into the storage room.
- the basement steps........I remember them because I had to wash them on Saturdays and I hated that job.
-the dining room table expanded and all set for holiday dinners.
-sharing a bedroom with my older sister, who I always felt had a far more interesting life than I did. Of course she did........she was four years older than me!
-a small window in the garage attic that I wondered about all the time.
-bare spots for the bases for baseball games I played with my brother.
I can see how these images could be the inspiration for a small quilt I could call Memories.......a bit of a green car appearing from one edge of the quilt, a row of daffodils somewhere, ( or just yellow triangles if I wanted to do an abstract sort of piece), a row of shaped church windows, a tree limb with leaves and cherries hanging into the piece from the side.......the foreground could be a grassy type area, with some brick like shapes in a pile somewhere. Maybe you can imagine your memories today as an inspiration for an art piece too...........inspiration as we know is everywhere!

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